Under The Rug (we don't really talk anymore)

I sleep at sunrise then I wake up when the sun down
Running round tryna make it out a small town
My nerves got me shaking when you come round
Strung out might get high and never come down
Sleep sound but I wake up when the sun down
Running round tryna make it out a small town
Love hurts now I hate it when you come round
Strung out I’m tryna get rid of
All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath
Got my friends like whats wrong with me
I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just
Somewhere underneath the treeline
And it never is what it seems like
You can find me somewhere underneath
The streetlights these nights
Find it funny how you say you don’t care
But you keep my name
On the tip of your tongue
Can’t tell if you’re fake
Or too nice to say what you really think
No I can’t tell what
I’m falling from out my bed and
Out into galaxies
Can’t control if you’re mad at me
I’m destroying the sad in me at night
I’m falling from out my bed and
Out into galaxies
Can’t control if you’re mad at me
I’m destroying the sad in me at night
I remember when I called her mine
Now when she hit me I let the call decline
Nothing new to me I see it all the time
Nothing new to me I see it all the
All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath
Got my friends like whats wrong with me
I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just
I sleep at sunrise then I wake up when the sun down
Running round tryna make it out a small town
My nerves got me shaking when you come round
Strung out might get high and never come down
Sleep sound but I wake up when the sun down
Running round tryna make it out a small town
Love hurts now I hate it when you come round
Strung out
I’m falling from out my bed and
Out into galaxies
Can’t control if you’re mad at me
I’m destroying the sad in me at night
I’m falling from out my bed and
Out into galaxies
Can’t control if you’re mad at me
I’m destroying the sad in me at night
All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath
Got my friends like whats wrong with me
I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just
Somewhere
Underneath the treeline
And it never is what it seems like
You can find me somewhere underneath the streetlights
These nights
All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath
Got my friends like whats wrong with me
I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just